A Mass Burial Ground in the barren hills.
In these troubled times, almost every region had a Mass Burial Ground, a testament to the chaos of an age when human lives were worth no more than weeds.
Usually, crows and wild dogs gathered around ordinary mass graves.
But around this Mass Burial Ground near Linjiang Village, even those scavengers were absent, lending the place a deathly silence.
A thin white mist hung in the surroundings, filled with a rotten stench. An ordinary person seemed liable to grow dizzy from a single breath.
Rustle-
With the swish of a robe, a pitch-black figure tore through the white mist at high speed and landed inside the Mass Burial Ground.
Jingle-
As bells sounded when something touched them in the mist, changes began to occur nearby.
Deep within the white mist, dark silhouettes hopped toward the newcomer.
The black-robed figure merely snorted. "Everything looks fine, doesn't it? Why haven't you handed over any baleful blood these past few days?"
At that hoarse voice, all the hopping shadows stopped. A figure hurried out from behind them and immediately prostrated himself.
Ignoring the rotten stench of the soil, he pressed his forehead deep into the putrid mud mixed with scraps of decaying flesh, all five points of his body touching the ground.
"Master, what brings you here in person?"
"Hmph, so you still remember you have a master!"
Xu Gang looked at his prostrate disciple, a cold look crossing his face.
"Master, please let me explain. Dark clouds gathered over the gorge recently and lasted three whole days. Their shape closely resembled the tribulation lightning recorded in the texts. I feared an expert was undergoing Tribulation Transcendence here. Afraid of being discovered, I could only hide here and dared not make the slightest move-"
Meng